Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2007 15:57:13 EDT
From: JasonDavid101@aol.com
Subject: Brothers Jason and David, part one

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An on-line friend told me about his site last year.  My brother and I
started reading some of the stories.  We found several that we thought were
really hot.  One in particular, a true story, was a series about two
college guys who met and became lovers.  They both started adding to the
story and that made it even more fun to read.  I started emailing them and
they suggested we write our story.  Jason hates to write, so he's leaving
it to me but he will add something to the end of each part to make it
interesting.  He's agreed to help me make this interesting.  I think he's
done a pretty good job.

This story is about how my brother and I started having sex with each other
five years ago.  Obviously, I am going to change the names and the
locations, but I will try to keep the rest as factual as I can.




Brothers Jason and David, part one





My name is Jason.  I am now 23 but I was 18 and in my freshman year of
college when this story begins.

My brother's name is David.  He is now 21, but he was 16 and in his junior
year of high school.

We have two younger sisters, but I don't think I need to include them much
in the story.

When I was in high school, I had my own room, my brother had his own room
(they were small rooms) and our two younger sisters shared one room.  My
sisters' room had its own bathroom.  My brother and I shared a bathroom
that we had to go out into the hall to get to.  All our bedrooms were
upstairs.  My parents had their bedroom suite downstairs.

After my first Christmas vacation home, my sisters decided that they'd each
like to have their own room.  So my parents put one sister in my old room,
one sister in my brother's room and moved my brother into the larger
bedroom that he would share with me when I came home for breaks and summer
vacation.  I didn't know anything about it until I returned home for spring
break.  It was the first time my brother and I shared a room.

Prior to this, we only shared a bathroom.  We both went to the same high
school and had to leave at the same time, so we were accustomed to being in
the bathroom at the same time.  Being naked around each other was not
awkward.  I don't remember either of us being very shy around each other.
I do remember thinking he had a nice package and a nice butt.  But we were
brothers.

David and I were the type of brothers who got along pretty well.  I don't
remember us ever really fighting.  I think he always thought I was a cool
older brother and I liked him.  I remember that he fought with my sisters
and that I usually stuck up for him.  They were always getting into his
stuff and causing trouble for him.

I dated girls in high school and so did David.  I lost my virginity when I
was 16 and was pretty active after that.  I do remember seeing gay porn and
wondering what it would be like to do a guy.  I had a best friend in high
school with whom I jerked off with and I remember hoping we would do more,
but we never did.

Okay, so I came home from college and moved into my brother's room.  We had
twin beds.  I remember feeling strange, as if I was encroaching on his
territory, but he was really cool about it.

When I was in high school, having my own room, I had always slept in the
nude and would jerk off whenever I was inspired to do so. Having a roommate
in college, I still slept in the nude, as did he, but had to be a lot more
careful about when to jerk off.

I remember the first night my brother and I shared a room over spring
break.  David sat on his bed fully dressed as I began to undress.  I had my
shoes, socks and shirt off when David began to undress.  I pulled off my
pants and wondered if I should climb into bed in my boxers.  I tried to
remember if David slept in the nude or not.  It was like this was his room
and I had to do what he did.  I sat on the bed in my boxers waiting to see
what he would do.  It was the first time I actually watched him undress.  I
had this picture of him being a skinny, undefined, cute kid, but as he
pulled his tee-shirt over his head I realized he had been growing up.  I
was surprised to see the beginnings of a nice set of abs and a well define
chest and shoulders.

All this time, we were talking, catching up.  It was my first night home
for spring break.

David continued to undress.  I watched as he pulled his jeans off and threw
them onto his desk chair.  We continued talking.  Neither of us pulled off
our boxers, nor did we climb into bed.  I wanted to see him naked.  I
didn't want to have to wait until the morning.  I figured that he wouldn't
get naked unless I did.  I stood up and pulled off my boxers and through
them into my closet.

I've always been in good shape.  I played baseball in high school, so did
David.  My dick is just over 7 inches and cut.  David is cut also.  I
turned around and faced David.  I noticed him glance down at my package and
then quickly glance up at me.  I liked that he checked me out.  I guess
it's a guy thing.  Instead of getting in bed, I sat down on the bed with my
legs comfortably spread apart.  We continued talking as David pulled his
boxers off and tossed them into his closet.

I said, "You're looking good."

David smiled.  "I started working out with weights.  A lot of the guys on
the team are."

I said, "Well, it shows."

"I always wanted to have a body like yours, so I guess I thought I'd have
to workout like you always did."

I said, "I think you're looking better than when I was a junior."  He
smiled.  "I'm serious David.  You're abs are great, and so is your chest."
His smiled broadened.  "Stand up, let me see them."

We both stood up.  He flexed his abs.  He was a sight, standing there with
flexed abs supporting a nice package.  I ran my hand over his abs.  I think
this was the first moment I realized that I was becoming attracted to him.
I remember as I ran my hand over his abs that I wanted to go further and
run my fingers over his cock.  But, I didn't.

Without saying a word, David put his hand on my stomach.  I flexed as he
pushed on my abs.  "Yours are still better," he said.

"Keep working and you'll have a better set than I do."

We sat down again, chatted some more and then I said, "I gotta pee."  Our
bathroom was connected to out bedroom so we didn't have to put anything on.
David followed me into the bathroom.  I stood over the bowl and took hold
of my dick and began to pee. David, leaning against the cabinet, continued
talking to me as I emptied my bladder.  When I was done, he said, "Don't
flush, I gotta pee."  We talked as he peed.  I watched.  I began to feel
like we were the best of buddies who were relaxed and comfortable with each
other.

I decided that I was going to enjoy rooming with David.  I had always liked
him, but never related to him as an equal.  He was always my little kid
brother.  Now, I was beginning to feel as if we were friends.  Maybe peeing
together is some kind of bonding ritual.

That week, I lay in bed several nights wondering about jerking off.  We
both slept in and got up at the same time.  We shared the bathroom, so I
couldn't jerk off then.  Whenever I went to the room, David was already
there, or he followed me to our room.  I hate jerking off while sitting on
the toilet, but that's what I was resorting to.  I'd announce I had to take
a shit, close the bathroom door, take a dump and jerk off.  As I did, I
wondered when David was jerking off.

Each night, I'd lie in bed facing his and listened, but then I'd fall
asleep.  One night, after lying quietly for about a half hour, I decided he
was asleep.  I got up and grabbed my boxers, jerked off as quietly as I
could, came on my chest, wiped off my chest, tossed my boxers back into the
closet, and went to sleep.  I did this a couple more times during that
week.  Each time, I was sure he was asleep.

The night before I left to go back to college, David and I lay in bed
talking about the coming summer.  Finally, we said good night.  Again, I
lay there with a hard-on waiting to hear the sounds David makes when he's
asleep.  I was sure he was asleep and was about ready to grab my boxers
again, when I heard David whisper my name.  I did not respond.  My heart
started beating hard.  My face warmed and my dick got even harder.

"Jason," he whispered again.

Again, I did not respond.  I lay there facing his bed with one eye closed
and the other only half open.  David uncovered himself.  The street light
across the street shed enough light into our room to make him completely
visible.  (His bed was closest to the windows.  Mine was against a wall.)

He began to slowly stroke his dick with his right hand.  His left hand
moved to his balls.  From what I could see, his dick was good sized.  He
looked to have well over a handful.

I could hardly breathe.  I had jerked off with a friend, so this was not
new to me, but the fact that he didn't know I was watching made this very
exciting.  I lay there not moving a muscle.  I was sure he could hear my
heart beating.

He began stroking his dick faster.  Now, I could hear him breathing.  His
legs began tensing.  His hips began gently and rhythmically thrusting
upward.

He took a deep breath as he jerked hard on his dick.  Then he moaned
softly.  I watched as cum gushed from his dick onto his chest.  Again, I
heard him breathing as his legs continued to spasm.  He was still cumming.

David lay quietly for a while.  He stepped out of bed, grabbed his boxers
and wiped his chest and cock clean.  Then he walked into the bathroom and
peed.  He returned to his bed, covered himself and moved around until he
got comfortable.

Again, I waited for what seemed like an hour (probably ten minutes), until
it sounded like he had fallen asleep.  I lay there feeling weird about
being so turned on by watching a guy jerk off, especially since that guy
was my brother.  And I was turned on.  I was so turned on my balls were
hurting.  I rolled onto my back, pulled the sheets back, jerked my cock
hard and came all over my chest.  I grabbed my boxers, wiped my chest
clean, went to the bathroom and peed.  I climbed into bed, covered myself.

David said, "Good night, Jason."

I felt anxious, almost shaking.  "I thought you were sleeping," I said.

"You were awake before?"

"Yeah," I said.  We lay there silently.

He turned over and faced me and said, "It's cool.  Right?"

"Yeah, of course it is," I said.

He laughed and said, "A guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do."

I turned toward him and said, "At least I won't have to spend the summer
sitting on the shitter jerking off," and laughed.

"I hate doing that," he said.  "Where do you jerk off at college?"

"Either on the shitter, or when my roommate is in class I jerk off in the
room.  He has early classes, so I just stay in bed and jerk off in the
morning after he leaves."

He said, "I like to jerk off before I go to sleep, but I like to jerk off
when I wake up, too.  Sometimes I jerk off when I come home from school."
He started laughing.  "I sound like I do it a lot."

"Fuck, I jerk off two or three times a day sometimes, too," I admitted.

He sat up in bed and said, "We were filling this thing out at school and
one of the questions asked for a list of my hobbies.  I started laughing.
I thought, it would be funny to put down jerking off.  Then I heard another
guy laughing.  We looked at each other and turned red.  Then a couple of
other guys started laughing.  The girls just looked at us.  My teacher,
Mr. Bream, said, `okay boys, let's keep this clean.'  We all laughed and
the girls still didn't get it.

He lay down again.  "Jason," he said.

"Yeah."

"It's cool that we can talk about this stuff."

"Yeah, it is."

"When I was a kid," he continued, "I wanted to ask you stuff about jerking
off, but I thought maybe you didn't do it or wouldn't want to talk to me
about it."

I laughed, "Dude, I'm sure I was in my room jerking off while you were
wondering if you could talk to me about it."

"Yeah, now I get that, but when I first did it, I thought maybe you'd think
I was weird," he said.

"Well, I certainly don't think you're weird."  Again, we lay there for a
while.

"Good night," David said.

"Good night," I said.  We lay there for a while.  I heard David laugh.
"What?"

"I gotta do it again.  Should I wait for you to go to sleep?" he asked.

I laughed.  "I was thinking the same thing."

"Cool," he said, uncovering himself.  I glanced over at him and watched as
he began jerking himself off.

I uncovered myself and began jerking.  I noticed him sit up and look over
at me.  I glanced at him and kept jerking my dick.  He lay down again.
This time neither of us seemed to make an effort to do it quietly.  He came
first.  While I continued jerking, getting close, he stepped out of bed,
picked up his boxers and began wiping his chest.  He stood at the foot of
the bed and watched as I began to cum.

I noticed him pick up my already cummy boxers and then he handed them to
me.  He stood there watching me clean my chest.  He put out his hand to
take my boxers from me.  I handed them to him.  He walked across the room
and put both of our boxers in a pile of dirty clothing in his closet.

He lay down, sighed and said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"How old were you when you fucked a girl?"

"Sixteen," I answered.  "Have you?"

"Yeah, a couple of times, last summer, but nothing since."

"Well, it's easier in college."

Again we lay quietly.  Then he asked, "Can I ask you something else?"

I sat up and said, "You know, if we can jerk off together, I think you can
ask me whatever you want as long as I can ask you."

"Really, okay, cool.  This is a weird question.  If you don't want to
answer you don't have to."

I laughed, "David, just ask your question."

"How big is your dick?"

I looked at him and smiled, "a little over seven inches.  How big is
yours?"

"Seven, but I think it's still growing," he said and laughed.  We lay
quietly for a while.  He said, "I guess we'd better go to sleep or we're
going to have to do it again,"

I laughed and said, "Good night.  We'll have all summer to talk and jerk
off as much as we want."

"Cool," he said.  "Good night, Jason."  Silence.  "I love you."

"I love you, too David."  (Our family says stuff like that, so it was not
unusual for him to say that he loved me.)

I left for college the next day.  David said he was looking forward to the
summer with a big smile on his face.  We hugged and kissed each other on
the cheek.  (We do that, too)

My mom asked me if it was going to be a problem for me to share a room with
David.  I told her that I was sure it wouldn't be.  She said, "Good,
because I asked David and he said you two had fun."

David and I had been emailing each other occasionally before my spring
break, but after my break the emails were daily.  I don't know what all we
had to say to each other, but I found that I was checking my email several
times a day to see if he had written.  Every once in a while he'd ask me if
I had to jerk off in the bathroom or if I had free room time.  I always
answered him honestly.  It did seem strange at first to email him about
jerking off and reading about where, when and how he did it, but it soon
became comfortable, funny and exciting.  He became very open about his jerk
off routines.  Reading what he wrote always turned me on.  I wondered if he
was being turned on by what I wrote.



I think I'm going to stop here for today.  Part two will follow.  It will
be about our summer.  Now, I'm going to let David add to this and then I'll
send it to Nifty.


I guess my name is David.  Cool.  I've always liked that name.  I pretty
much remember what happened the same way except that he said that he'd wait
for me to go to sleep and then jerk off. I heard him jerking off before
that night he talks about.  I don't remember if I was asleep and woke up or
if I was awake when he started jerking off, but I knew he was jerking off
two or three nights before the night he talked about.

The first night I heard him I wasn't sure he was jerking off.  My dick was
so hard when I was listening to him, I almost came.  I kept thinking, he's
jerking off, oh fuck, he's jerking off.  Then I'd think, no he's asleep and
dreaming and moving around.  Then when he got up and wiped himself I was
sure he had been jerking off.  I was so turned on.  I almost started
jerking off but then I thought maybe he was dreaming.  Maybe he had a wet
dream.  He went to sleep right after he jerked off.  I jerked off after
him, but he was asleep.  I think I still thought maybe he had a wet dream.

The next night I couldn't fall asleep.  I just listened and listened.  Then
it happened again.  He started jerking off.  Then I know he wasn't
dreaming.  When he got up and then threw his boxers into the closet I knew
what he did.  I knew he thought I was sleeping but I wanted him to hear me
jerk off, but I was scared.  I waited a while, but then thought he might
have fallen asleep.  So, I whispered his name.  He was asleep.  I jerked
off and went to sleep.

All day I thought that I wanted him to hear me and that maybe we could jerk
off together..  I knew he would wait for me to go to sleep again.  That's
when I thought I would jerk off first.  I knew he was awake waiting for me.
That's when I whispered his name.  I figured that even though he didn't
answer me that he was awake.  And I thought if he got weird about me
jerking off I could say that I thought he was sleeping.  But, I could see
that he was looking at my bed so I uncovered myself so he could see me if
he wanted to.  I was hoping he wouldn't roll over and look away.  It made
me so horny to know that he was watching me.  After I came, I knew he was
going to jerk off.  There was no way I was going to go to sleep.  I just
waited.

You know the rest of what happened.

I guess I could add that when I was growing up I always thought he was a
great brother and my friends always thought I was lucky because he was
never mean to me.  I used to like to see him naked in the bathroom.  It
felt cool to be naked with my older brother.  It felt kind of special
because no one else in our family got to see us naked.  I don't know why,
it just felt really cool to hang out naked in the bathroom every morning
with him.  I remember when he started puberty and started growing pubic
hair.  I asked him why he was getting hair and I wasn't.  He told me that
when I was his age I'd have hair too.  It was a long wait.  I'd check
myself out almost every day.  When I first sprouted hair I was so excited
and proudly showed Jason.  He bent down and looked closely.  He agreed that
it was growing.

When he left to go back to school after that spring break I thought Jason
was the coolest guy ever.  I always wanted to talk to him about sex and
jerking off but never thought it would ever happen.

By this time, I was figuring out that I was also attracted to guys.  I had
found several gay sites and loved to look at naked hot guys especially if
they were having sex.  I knew that Jason was into girls a lot.  So, it also
started to scare me.  I don't think I was thinking about having sex with
him yet, but I was thinking that if he knew I was attracted to guys he
might be really angry and think that I was fucked up.

It is kind of funny to think back to me being 17 and all that was going
through my head.  I wanted to have sex all the time.  My body was on fire
thinking about jerking off with Jason.  I knew he was straight and might
hate me if he found out I wanted to have sex with a guy, but at this time I
don't think I thought about having sex with Jason.  However, one of my
favorite porno pictures was of two young guys.  The guy who looked older
was getting sucked by the younger one.  The older one had his hand on the
other guys head and was watching as the younger guy sucked his dick.  I
jerked off at my computer many afternoons looking at this picture.  One day
it occurred to me that I would have to delete all my gay porn before Jason
came home so he'd never see it.  Then, just before Jason did come home, I
decided that Jason was the guy getting sucked and I was the other guy doing
the sucking.  It became my favorite fantasy.  After I came I always felt
scared about what I was thinking about.  I knew that if Jason knew I wanted
to suck some guys dick he'd be angry.  I used to imagine how angry he'd be
if he knew I wanted to suck his dick.  I thought he'd make us change rooms
again.  In my fantasy I'd be pleading with him not to tell mom and dad why
he didn't want to sleep in the same room as me.

I was counting the days until Jason came home for summer vacation.  I mean
that literally.  I made a calendar, but my calendar counted backwards.  He
never knew that.  Now he does.